I am not wondering how to pay for food or medicine.
I am not living out of my minivan.
My husband is away from home on business, not to fight a war.
My house is a mess while we get it ready to sell, not because it has been obliterated by a tornado.
My children are healthy (mostly) and happy (mostly).
And I have pussy willows on my dresser.
And I am reading Rebecca.
Close your eyes now and say it with me: "Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again."
Tell me, Reader, who can read those words and not be happy to be alive?
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I love pussy willows. And, as the world swirls with horrendous happenings, I share your thankful perspective.
Thank YOU.
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